Post by Garfield Lynns on Mar 23, 2010 7:01:51 GMT -5
[Hopefully I'm putting this in the right place. If it's alright for me to apply already. -_-;]
Name: Garfield Lynns
Aliases: Firefly
Race: Human
Age: 27
Verse: Some revision, some original. I tried to combine aspects from all of them.
Appearance:
Playby: Justin Bartha
Garfield is 5’9” with a lean build. He’s no gym junkie but he does like to stay in shape. He tries to run a couple of miles in the park two or three times a week; mostly for air and to give his pet beagle Odie some much needed exercise. His hair is dark brown and most of the time isn’t maintained very well for two reasons. One, he’s lazy. Two, he thinks it makes him look more mature. For some reason people have always made the mistake of assuming he’s a good deal younger than what he actually is (most likely due to the way he dresses) and it really irritates him. So typically he likes to maintain a little 5 o’clock shadow, something that his ex girlfriend Cassidy used to nag at him endlessly for. He dresses like a poor college student, which was essentially what he was just a year ago. His closet really only contains a few suits that never see the light of day unless he’s got a job interview to go to. The rest is all t-shirts, hoodies, and worn down jeans.
Powers: Ordinary Human, n/a.
Talents:
x Two college degrees, one in engineering and another in theatre arts(specifically lighting).
x An expert with pyrotechnics and visual effects.
X He has in his possession a self-made insulated battle suit that is equipped with flamethrower and grenade launchers. There are wing-shaped gliders on the back of the suit, which allow him to simulate flight. He is working with jet propulsion but has yet to perfect it. He can get himself in the air but he has to rely on his glider to take him the rest of the way and hasten his retreat.
- some weaknesses: Not all that strong physically, his suit is not yet perfected so occasionally it backfires on him with both humorous and painful results, emotionally unstable, mental condition is iffy.
Personality: Beneath the ‘boy next door’ looks lies a rather unstable, easily excitable personality in Garfield Lynns. He does not bond well with most normal people because he lacks a social filter. If he thinks something, it’s most likely going to come out at some point in the conversation if not immediately at the moment when it crosses his mind. He is very abrupt and is somewhat crude with the manner in which he speaks to people that he does not either like or respect.
And when it comes to his relationships with women, at his best he could be described as very intense. At his worst, he’s downright obsessive and extremely jealous. In the past, ex-girlfriends have filed restraining orders against him. Initially, women might find him charming because he will focus his attentions solely one them. In his mission to make women feel as strongly for him as he does for them, he can be incredibly romantic and devoted. Quite literally, he may do anything for them. So long as they do not disappoint him. Once that is done, all Hell breaks loose.
Despite all his posturing, he has a very diminished self-esteem and will latch on to anything or anyone that gives him any kind of validation. For this reason, he often falls head over heels too fast and expects his partner to feel the same way he does; otherwise he gets hurt feelings. And if there’s one thing he does not manage well, it’s disappointment. His expectations of himself and others are without a doubt unreasonable but he is not the sort to apologize or feel remorse for anything. Empathy is not a skill he possesses nor does he covet it. He likes to blame others for his problems because he cannot bear to examine his own faults too closely.
Garfield is very materialistic and shallow. He equates money to success and happiness because he has never had to deal with too much of it. Coming from a poor family, he’s always felt as if he were on the outside looking in. If he has anything that he considers valuable, he’ll guard it with his life. Deep down, Garfield doesn’t really feel as if he has much to live for so he has a poor perception of danger. Combined with a short attention span, this puts him in far more near-death situations than he cares to admit to. But the scars he has sustained on his chest, arms, and legs are living proof of his poor judgment calls.
History: Garfield Lynns was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His parents were dirt poor and many of the clothes he had growing up were patched up hand-me-downs from either his older brother or other neighborhood kids. Whereas his mother was a stay at home mom and spent every waking moment of her life fussing over the children, his dad worked two jobs (one in the morning – construction, and one at night – midnight security at the local power plant). For many of the earliest years in his life, Garfield rarely saw his father but worked hard in school with the hopes of winning his approval.
It was not until high school, when his parents divorced, that he found out that his father had a mistress and that the man’s work was not the only thing that kept him away from his wife and kids. From that point on, as he had to watch his mother go on to work as a cleaning lady and waitress to make up for the loss of income when his old man conveniently decided to skip town without paying child support, Garfield began to think of infidelity as the worst crime a partner could ever commit. He was bound and determined to be a good husband and father one day to make up for the shortcomings of his own. However, it was at this point that he began to act out in school and get into fistfights. He took his anger and frustration out on anyone who gave him an excuse to. Yet his home behavior with his mother was so drastically different that he remained her little angel, regardless of what all the letters home and detention slips suggested.
Though the bruises he sustained and gave out increased, Garfield’s school performance did not. He graduated high school with the grades to go to an Ivy League school. But as is the case with many poor families, money was the deciding factor and he ended up staying in Gotham City because at least his housing expenses would be cheaper. University was expensive, and he had little time outside of work and school to socialize with other students. He didn’t have the luxury of time and energy to waste on developing friendships or social connections; not with the weight of all his college loans awaiting the day of his graduation. Because he did not have the money to pay some of them off, Garfield even stayed in school a year longer than he needed to because he could not yet begin to pay them off.
During his years at college he did have a few girlfriends. But these relationships did not end well. Because of his unrealistic expectations and tendency to quickly become possessive of them, many of his relationships were rocky at best. He earned the reputation of being too clingy, too intense, and many girls who had heard about him from his exes avoided him like the plague despite his attempts to charm them. The only girl who did stick around with him for very long was one who dated him off and on and seemed to have as many problems committing to a partner as he did with not committing.
Cassidy toyed around with him as if he were a yo-yo but he was convinced that she loved him because she didn’t seem as freaked out with how posessive he was over her. On the contrary, she seemed entertained by it. She was a singer in a band and loved the admiration and attention that won her. The fact that he would do anything for her was what provoked her to keep him around for so long. She dumped him six months after graduation, claiming that she wanted to focus on her music career. He later discovered that the real reason she left him was because she wanted to exclusively date her band’s new bass guitarist.
As if matters couldn’t get worse, they did. Garfield was fired from his job in the very same week that Cassidy dumped him. He had to move back in with his mother and drug-dealing brother because he was unable to make rent. Without much to fill his time with, Garfield began working on what had been his senior project: a prototype battle suit with the capability of flight through the use of jet propulsion and wing gliders. But in order to pay for necessary parts for his suit, he began using his expertise with visual effects and lighting to simulate fires in small time businesses so that he could easily rob them during the self-controlled chaos.
One evening, during one of his experiments, Garfield accidentally sparked a fire that raged out of control. He barely escaped with his life and came out of the building with severe burns on his chest and legs. It could have been much worse had he not been wearing his prototype suit. However, his mother and brother did not make it out of the apartment and perished in the flames. Since then, he has been plagued with a bizarre sort of guilt. Garfield began having dreams in which all he could see was flames and all he could hear were his mother's and older brother’s screams for help. His grief has twisted his logic and he now believes that the only time he can communicate with his deceased loved ones is through fire. He genuinely believes they are trying to tell him something from the beyond. This both frightens and fascinates him.
Currently he lives alone in an apartment, paying his rent by utilizing his skills as an arsonist. He mostly robs places on his own; but recently a few people seeking to hire him for his unique talents have contacted him. So long as he is paid for his services, Garfield has no qualms with hurting others. The way he sees it, bystanders can either get out of his way/comply or suffer the consequences. He always gives them a choice, it’s up to them to take it.
RP Sample:
The fire Garfield lynns’ flamethrower produced cast ghastly shadows against the wall that furiously danced as the screams of the fleeing museum visitors grew more and more distant. He cast a glance over his shoulder, wondering whether it was only their voices he was hearing now. It made him feel at ease to feel as if he were finally alone as he walked alongside a row of paintings on the wall, looking for the one he’d been hired to steal and torching the ones that he found artistic differences with. It was amazing what some people would pay for, what the public considered valuable. He passed one painting that looked as if it could have easily been copied and improved upon by a first grader. Modern art, my ass[/color], he thought as he blasted it with his gun before bidding it good riddance with a mocking salute. They could call it a public service, his own little donation to the Gotham City art community.
As he came to a stop in front of the piece he was looking for, the man frowned beneath his fireproof helmet as something unsettling dawned on him. This was only the second time he had ever visited an art museum in his lifetime and here he was torching it. It didn’t seem like behavior very becoming of someone who one day hoped to be rich enough to own a few of these works. [black]“Oh well”[/black] he mumbled with resignation, the sound of his voice slightly obscured by his suit as he proceeded to remove the painting from the wall. Taking off the frame, the man callously threw it aside and tucked what remained beneath his arm. He hadn’t been paid to carry off any more than that and the frame itself weighed him down more than he cared to admit. Maybe I oughta start doing some weight training next week, the man mentally told himself as he turned in the direction of one of the emergency exits to leave. Time was of the essence, after all. One never did know how quickly the police would respond and he didn’t care to stick around long enough to find out.
Name: Garfield Lynns
Aliases: Firefly
Race: Human
Age: 27
Verse: Some revision, some original. I tried to combine aspects from all of them.
Appearance:
Playby: Justin Bartha
Garfield is 5’9” with a lean build. He’s no gym junkie but he does like to stay in shape. He tries to run a couple of miles in the park two or three times a week; mostly for air and to give his pet beagle Odie some much needed exercise. His hair is dark brown and most of the time isn’t maintained very well for two reasons. One, he’s lazy. Two, he thinks it makes him look more mature. For some reason people have always made the mistake of assuming he’s a good deal younger than what he actually is (most likely due to the way he dresses) and it really irritates him. So typically he likes to maintain a little 5 o’clock shadow, something that his ex girlfriend Cassidy used to nag at him endlessly for. He dresses like a poor college student, which was essentially what he was just a year ago. His closet really only contains a few suits that never see the light of day unless he’s got a job interview to go to. The rest is all t-shirts, hoodies, and worn down jeans.
Powers: Ordinary Human, n/a.
Talents:
x Two college degrees, one in engineering and another in theatre arts(specifically lighting).
x An expert with pyrotechnics and visual effects.
X He has in his possession a self-made insulated battle suit that is equipped with flamethrower and grenade launchers. There are wing-shaped gliders on the back of the suit, which allow him to simulate flight. He is working with jet propulsion but has yet to perfect it. He can get himself in the air but he has to rely on his glider to take him the rest of the way and hasten his retreat.
- some weaknesses: Not all that strong physically, his suit is not yet perfected so occasionally it backfires on him with both humorous and painful results, emotionally unstable, mental condition is iffy.
Personality: Beneath the ‘boy next door’ looks lies a rather unstable, easily excitable personality in Garfield Lynns. He does not bond well with most normal people because he lacks a social filter. If he thinks something, it’s most likely going to come out at some point in the conversation if not immediately at the moment when it crosses his mind. He is very abrupt and is somewhat crude with the manner in which he speaks to people that he does not either like or respect.
And when it comes to his relationships with women, at his best he could be described as very intense. At his worst, he’s downright obsessive and extremely jealous. In the past, ex-girlfriends have filed restraining orders against him. Initially, women might find him charming because he will focus his attentions solely one them. In his mission to make women feel as strongly for him as he does for them, he can be incredibly romantic and devoted. Quite literally, he may do anything for them. So long as they do not disappoint him. Once that is done, all Hell breaks loose.
Despite all his posturing, he has a very diminished self-esteem and will latch on to anything or anyone that gives him any kind of validation. For this reason, he often falls head over heels too fast and expects his partner to feel the same way he does; otherwise he gets hurt feelings. And if there’s one thing he does not manage well, it’s disappointment. His expectations of himself and others are without a doubt unreasonable but he is not the sort to apologize or feel remorse for anything. Empathy is not a skill he possesses nor does he covet it. He likes to blame others for his problems because he cannot bear to examine his own faults too closely.
Garfield is very materialistic and shallow. He equates money to success and happiness because he has never had to deal with too much of it. Coming from a poor family, he’s always felt as if he were on the outside looking in. If he has anything that he considers valuable, he’ll guard it with his life. Deep down, Garfield doesn’t really feel as if he has much to live for so he has a poor perception of danger. Combined with a short attention span, this puts him in far more near-death situations than he cares to admit to. But the scars he has sustained on his chest, arms, and legs are living proof of his poor judgment calls.
History: Garfield Lynns was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His parents were dirt poor and many of the clothes he had growing up were patched up hand-me-downs from either his older brother or other neighborhood kids. Whereas his mother was a stay at home mom and spent every waking moment of her life fussing over the children, his dad worked two jobs (one in the morning – construction, and one at night – midnight security at the local power plant). For many of the earliest years in his life, Garfield rarely saw his father but worked hard in school with the hopes of winning his approval.
It was not until high school, when his parents divorced, that he found out that his father had a mistress and that the man’s work was not the only thing that kept him away from his wife and kids. From that point on, as he had to watch his mother go on to work as a cleaning lady and waitress to make up for the loss of income when his old man conveniently decided to skip town without paying child support, Garfield began to think of infidelity as the worst crime a partner could ever commit. He was bound and determined to be a good husband and father one day to make up for the shortcomings of his own. However, it was at this point that he began to act out in school and get into fistfights. He took his anger and frustration out on anyone who gave him an excuse to. Yet his home behavior with his mother was so drastically different that he remained her little angel, regardless of what all the letters home and detention slips suggested.
Though the bruises he sustained and gave out increased, Garfield’s school performance did not. He graduated high school with the grades to go to an Ivy League school. But as is the case with many poor families, money was the deciding factor and he ended up staying in Gotham City because at least his housing expenses would be cheaper. University was expensive, and he had little time outside of work and school to socialize with other students. He didn’t have the luxury of time and energy to waste on developing friendships or social connections; not with the weight of all his college loans awaiting the day of his graduation. Because he did not have the money to pay some of them off, Garfield even stayed in school a year longer than he needed to because he could not yet begin to pay them off.
During his years at college he did have a few girlfriends. But these relationships did not end well. Because of his unrealistic expectations and tendency to quickly become possessive of them, many of his relationships were rocky at best. He earned the reputation of being too clingy, too intense, and many girls who had heard about him from his exes avoided him like the plague despite his attempts to charm them. The only girl who did stick around with him for very long was one who dated him off and on and seemed to have as many problems committing to a partner as he did with not committing.
Cassidy toyed around with him as if he were a yo-yo but he was convinced that she loved him because she didn’t seem as freaked out with how posessive he was over her. On the contrary, she seemed entertained by it. She was a singer in a band and loved the admiration and attention that won her. The fact that he would do anything for her was what provoked her to keep him around for so long. She dumped him six months after graduation, claiming that she wanted to focus on her music career. He later discovered that the real reason she left him was because she wanted to exclusively date her band’s new bass guitarist.
As if matters couldn’t get worse, they did. Garfield was fired from his job in the very same week that Cassidy dumped him. He had to move back in with his mother and drug-dealing brother because he was unable to make rent. Without much to fill his time with, Garfield began working on what had been his senior project: a prototype battle suit with the capability of flight through the use of jet propulsion and wing gliders. But in order to pay for necessary parts for his suit, he began using his expertise with visual effects and lighting to simulate fires in small time businesses so that he could easily rob them during the self-controlled chaos.
One evening, during one of his experiments, Garfield accidentally sparked a fire that raged out of control. He barely escaped with his life and came out of the building with severe burns on his chest and legs. It could have been much worse had he not been wearing his prototype suit. However, his mother and brother did not make it out of the apartment and perished in the flames. Since then, he has been plagued with a bizarre sort of guilt. Garfield began having dreams in which all he could see was flames and all he could hear were his mother's and older brother’s screams for help. His grief has twisted his logic and he now believes that the only time he can communicate with his deceased loved ones is through fire. He genuinely believes they are trying to tell him something from the beyond. This both frightens and fascinates him.
Currently he lives alone in an apartment, paying his rent by utilizing his skills as an arsonist. He mostly robs places on his own; but recently a few people seeking to hire him for his unique talents have contacted him. So long as he is paid for his services, Garfield has no qualms with hurting others. The way he sees it, bystanders can either get out of his way/comply or suffer the consequences. He always gives them a choice, it’s up to them to take it.
RP Sample:
The fire Garfield lynns’ flamethrower produced cast ghastly shadows against the wall that furiously danced as the screams of the fleeing museum visitors grew more and more distant. He cast a glance over his shoulder, wondering whether it was only their voices he was hearing now. It made him feel at ease to feel as if he were finally alone as he walked alongside a row of paintings on the wall, looking for the one he’d been hired to steal and torching the ones that he found artistic differences with. It was amazing what some people would pay for, what the public considered valuable. He passed one painting that looked as if it could have easily been copied and improved upon by a first grader. Modern art, my ass[/color], he thought as he blasted it with his gun before bidding it good riddance with a mocking salute. They could call it a public service, his own little donation to the Gotham City art community.
As he came to a stop in front of the piece he was looking for, the man frowned beneath his fireproof helmet as something unsettling dawned on him. This was only the second time he had ever visited an art museum in his lifetime and here he was torching it. It didn’t seem like behavior very becoming of someone who one day hoped to be rich enough to own a few of these works. [black]“Oh well”[/black] he mumbled with resignation, the sound of his voice slightly obscured by his suit as he proceeded to remove the painting from the wall. Taking off the frame, the man callously threw it aside and tucked what remained beneath his arm. He hadn’t been paid to carry off any more than that and the frame itself weighed him down more than he cared to admit. Maybe I oughta start doing some weight training next week, the man mentally told himself as he turned in the direction of one of the emergency exits to leave. Time was of the essence, after all. One never did know how quickly the police would respond and he didn’t care to stick around long enough to find out.
